When I was young, my birthday
Was when I expected
To stay happy throughout
A day when
Everything happens perfectly
You make wishes and expect
some unexpected magic to happen
A day with promises
For the future
Then later you realize
When things go wrong
On the day when you wanted it right
You lose your special feeling
And feel it is just another day
With those usual woes
And you hate it even more
For it being your birthday.
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eXpressions- Poems
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems written by the author from her childhood to the present.
